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Severe agony due to destiny made me develop dejection to make me do a projection to the Lord to retard troubles that shatter hope by making my peace burst like bubbles.
Poetry | Updated Apr 1, 2015 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Death sits idly on a park bench, observing a boy who's time is running short. Just as he's about to harvest his soul, Life steps in and stops death. All this happens, oblivious to the boy and the people around them.
Short Story | Updated Apr 1, 2015 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
And I look up towards the ceiling and whisper, â€œAre you ready, God, you got me?â€,
And you catch me before I fall.
Poetry | Updated Mar 30, 2015 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Leslie Loo
This story is to encourage you that you shouldn't let fear rule your life. I know there are some errors on here, but I will edit it later on. Feel free to give some suggestions on how to improve it. Please no negative comments. Thanks! :)
Wrote this Poem, knowing you to understand our creator, women...
By Shivraj Singh
It is a actual event that i witnessed. It is an observation of a aspect of life.
Short Story | Updated Mar 28, 2015 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Jl Reaper
A nun confesses her sins.
By Seth Adams
Hal is a half Chinese, half British boy trying to find the killer whose been haunting his life and cleaning up his past with murders. Hal must find the killer but also must fight for his ability to keep his sanity.
A poem about a person that wishes to watch everything burn before them. A person who wishes to see this city burn. A person who wishes to bring despair to everyone. Who is this person? We all know them. We just need to look deeper.
Bloody drool lands on dry gravel so close to my face. My crackled voice mutters for mercy.
By Valkyr Xadia
A poem about the Archangel Hariel.
By Annarose 86
Something my uncle asked me to write for my grandmother
Poetry | Updated Mar 24, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
If you didn't read the original, good luck understanding this prequel. I guess it's not totally incomprehensible without it, but still.
This is like the only thing I've written that I will openly say is actually kind of decent. Depends on your standards May warrant two readings.
By Rebirth Effect
Facing the Devil, fear, and torture in an hour long Hellride through the spiritual world.